"Are you a member of the church, Mr. Miles?"
"Why, I ain't never just professed, exactly—what makes you ask that?"
"Your familiarity with the Gospel hymns."
"Mebbe you don't like 'em——"
"Quite the contrary, Mr. Miles—I not only like them, but your singing."
"Oh, give us a rest, Major—you can't blame me for takin' you for tenderfeet with them knee-breeches."
"What did you pay for this wagon-seat, Mr. Miles?"
"Four dollars,—honest Injun."
"I think we understand each other, Mr. Miles?"